Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

She woke, lashes fluttering against her cheeks, to the distant roll of the sea and an empty bed. The newly minted Sveijarn stretched out with a short hum of a noise, relaxing bonelessly into bedding still warm from her own body heat.

Vairë would luxuriate there for a time, before distant snatches of words made her raise her own head from the bedding, sleep mussed and drowsy eyed. Well, she supposed, there was no time like the present. She stood after a bit longer of slipping closer to sleep, grooming herself into finer form. Then, she slipped out to follow her husband’s trail.

There was no iron-blood scent in the air, so she ambled slowly but surely. And after a time, there he was, her erstwhile seastag, and she would greet any eye contact with a smile. And, would you look at that, he had a friend! The stranger would be met with the same smile as Rhaegal received as she slipped past the stag, content to weave through the conversation until she was addressed as she went towards the ocean.